It took a long time for her to finally speak.

"What do you know?"

She stepped forward, and her urgency and eagerness made her completely unaware that her attitude was too aggressive: "What the hell do you know! ”

"I don't care what you know, I want you to tell me! Whatever you want, I'm okay with that! ”

"Since you're a prophet, you must know something, don't you? So, I really beg you, even if you give me some of it, as long as it's a little bit! ”

Song Qingci's voice gradually sharpened.

Speaking of the back, she seemed to remember something, and her emotions were slightly out of control.

When you grow up, the more likely you are to feel nostalgic.

Maybe it's nostalgia for some experience, or maybe it's nostalgia for my innocent childhood.

And Song Qingci, strictly speaking, is not nostalgic.

Because she couldn't remember exactly what kind of life she had lived in the past.

From birth to the age of seven, her life was like a missing corner of an eraser, empty and unfilled.

This empty state of mind didn't bother Song Qingci too much in the past, but when she grew up, this "vacancy" gradually grew to a level that was difficult for her to ignore.

It wasn't until more than a year ago that Song Qingci finally understood what this vacancy was.

She has no impression of her "parents".

It can't be said that there is no impression, strictly speaking, part of the information is still clear.

However, for some reason, her memories of her childhood are very vague.

For example, her father is fine, and Song Qingci still remembers a name. However, mother, she really only has the impression of a model lake.

The impression is that a woman has a raging fire burning on her body, and she wants to save herself but is afraid of burning herself.

Because of this, when Bering rushed at her with a flame tornado that day, she felt both scared and longed.

I was afraid because the hug made her burn and ache all over her body, so that it was imprinted in her heart; And the desire is because this is one of the few impressions she has of her mother.

Nothing else.

The more you miss something, the more you want to get it back.

This obsession was like a thorn, deeply rooted in Song Qingci's heart, and continued to grow until that day, when the flame tornado blew on his cheeks, it took root and sprouted to the extent that it could not be ignored completely.

Song Qing quit her, and she was about to collapse.

She had a terrible childhood, and it's not a secret in the future.

As a child, she lost her memory due to some accident and also lost her parents. At the same time, Song Qingci was later trained as a "weapon" by a certain madman in the countermeasures bureau. Because of this, Song Qingci has no fear, no fear, firm will, and noble sentiments.

However, this is only a false mask, a doll that shatters when touched.

As she grows up, learns, and learns, doubts and self-doubts begin to envelop her.

She began to wonder who she was, and began to care about what she was missing.

Not long ago, Bering gently pushed her, but it was so heavy that she couldn't pass it and almost fell to the ground.

The puppet's body began to crack.

looked at Song Qingci who was covering his face.

Bering didn't say anything.

The invisible mist appeared in the air, coming from the black ring, condensing into a solid body little by little, rapidly expanding and diffusing in all directions, and the heavy and moist air soaked the entire narrow space.

Soon, the mist sank to the ground and touched something—the tome that Song Qing Ci had fallen on the ground.

Beep Pavilion

Under the control of consciousness, the tome floated up and floated all the way to Bering's hand.

Then it lightly landed in the center of Bering's palm.

Rubbing his fingers against the simple book, Bering looked at Song Qingci.

After a while, he said calmly: "I will not rashly stir up the splash of fate and point out everything across the timeline, only to turn the originally clear and clear spring water into a pool of turbid and rotten stagnant water." ”

And I don't know.

While stroking the book, glancing at the author's name on the book, and his gaze resting on the author's surname "Song", Bering sighed in his heart.

The future of the Blood Rose is brilliant.

And splendid, correspondingly, is short.

Because it was short-lived, her personal information didn't reveal much. It's like the parents she cares about, and in the end they only revealed a little, knowing that her father was a researcher who had worked as an apprentice under the big bull who wrote "The Western European Family Examination".

Other than that, there is basically no gain.

However, even so, Bering did not intend not to give Song Qing any hope.

Although there is no record of the original world, it may not be impossible for the current self to figure it out?

You know, you can already predict ten minutes now, so a month later, won't it be measured in hours? Two months, isn't it measured in days? Half a year, that's in months!

Under such growth, what Song Qingci wants to know, as long as it still exists, then it may be dug up by himself!

Thinking of this, Bering stood up, crossed the wooden table, and walked to the other side.

Standing in front of the depressed Song Qingci, looking at this girl, Bai Ling couldn't help but pout in his heart.

Really high.

Despite being only a little over 1.7 meters tall, Bering thinks he can't be considered too short. But he recently discovered that among the people he knew, his height didn't seem to have much of an advantage at all.

Like a person in the bright day, Ding Yan and Lin Qi are taller than themselves, the weaver can't be regarded as a person without height at all, and Ji Qianqin is also a few centimeters taller than himself. There is only Li Jingwen, but she is only three centimeters shorter than herself, and she may not be taller than herself in the future......

On the side of the countermeasures bureau, Wang Wei is a one-meter-eight strong man, standing next to him, he looks like he is half a head shorter.

is the only Qi Guang, who is much shorter than himself because of his wheelchair connection. But if he stands up, he also seems to be taller than Bering......

After doing it for a long time, all the people around me are taller than me, except for high school students and wheelchair men?!

Bering was a little speechless.

He let out a secret sigh and decided to go back later to see if he could use any way to increase his height.

Then, as he said this, he stuffed the book to Song Qingci.

Looking at the depressed Song Qingci, Bai Ling said surgingly: "However, although I won't point out everything directly, I will also provide you with a choice." ”

"A choice that may allow you to embrace the flame and get closer to the past. Fate is not immutable, and it is difficult to detect a slight turn. So, it's just a faint bubble floating on the surface of the sea, and the light that breaks up and refracts. ”

"The choice is yours, I will not interfere, let alone persuade. Leave everything to your own judgment. ”

Standing at the door, Bering said, "Then, I'll go out first." In the meantime, think about it. ”

After saying that, he left the office, just like the first time he saw Li Jingwen.

Leaving her alone, she was in a complicated mood, thinking blankly and lowly.